Sanders Sides One-shots

Memory (OTP - Analogical)

Ship: OTP Analogical

TW: Character death, attempted suicide, swearing

Yeah, that's right, we're pulling out all the tricks for this one.

God, this one's gonna be hard to write. Because it's my OTP in Sanders Sides and I've always tried to avoid writing angst for it cause it's MY OTP AND I DON'T LIKE SEEING MY ANGELS IN PAIN

But I'm literally too sleepy to write someone as dramatic as Princey or jubilant as Patton.

Originally, it was gonna be a Moxiety, but I switched halfway through. If you notice I missed something whilst changing names and stuff, please point it out so I can fix it.

3 more angst chapters after this!

Note is at the bottom!

"Gone, but not forgotten."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Logan..." His grip was weak on the sleeve of his polo, but he could still feel the tremble of his fingers.

"Virg? Is everything okay?" Fingers shot up and tenderly swiped away his bangs until they settled on his forehead, checking for a temperature. "Are you feeling unwell? Your temperature seems abnormally high."

A terse movement swatted his hand away and Virgil's cheeks flushed with a red that was starting to worry him. "Damn it, Lo'! Stop! Do you know how much I hate that?!"

Logan flinched at the abrupt outburst and he took a step back. His eyes were glazed over but his body language was apologetic. "I-I apologise..."

"No... You got it wrong." He took Logan's hand and placed it against his flaming cheek, before nuzzling into it shyly. "I hate when I can't do this..." He mumbled.

The logical trait wasn't quite sure what came over him, but he felt a surge of confidence(?) flood through his veins. His fingers twitched as they curled, teasingly dragging themselves down Virgil's chiseled jawline. He smiled at the shiver he elicited. He stopped at his chin and his thumb gently ran itself along the anxious trait's bottom lip. "Would you rather I check your temperature here?"

"Yes. Please." The reply was breathless.

Not like he noticed though, as he wasted no time in connecting their lips together. It started out tentatively, Logan's flirty disposition fading as soon as he realised 'oh fuck, we're kissing and it's amazing and his lips are so soft and-'. All his thoughts fled when he felt Virgil kiss back with uncertainty.

From there, everything went slightly fuzzy. All he could focus on was the warmth of Virgil's body pressed against his as their lips danced against each other's.

When they pulled apart, it was only to breathe. Their uneven breaths filled the silent air before it was interrupted.

"So? Am I sick?" Virgil challenged.

"Yeah. I think it's lovesickness. But I could be wrong..." Logan licked his lips mischievously. "Would you like me to check again?"

~~~~~~~~~~

His legs dragged reluctantly against the pavement. Blood trailed behind him, the rough cement stripping away layers of his soles' sensitive skin as he trudged barefoot down the sidewalk.